What did you find in your flower garden and on your lawns, your parks and your villages this year? I bet it was nature’s garbage. Nature’s garbage is a collection of dead leaves, dead flower heads, broken twigs and pinecones.
Nature knows when to get rid of its junk. Do you? Do you have broken lamps, multiple electrical cords with no idea what they are for? Are you hoarding your grown children’s kindergarten pictures in case they want them? (P.S.-They don’t!)
Here is a list of some of the things God considers to be garbage.
-Trying to get your own way all the time
-repetitive, loveless, cheap sex;
-a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage;
I am surely speaking to an orderly crowd with no bad habits showing in any way. Unfortunately, you are reading a writer who has quite a few she is still trying to overcome.
Our bad habits are travel agents for guilt as we struggle with them and our failure to overcome them. The trouble is that we love our bad habits, don’t we?
Ice cream is one of my weaknesses. I like it way too much, way too much for comfort, weight loss, and common sense. I fail to control that bad ice cream habit when I purposely drive by my favorite store that sells my favorite flavor (with chocolate sauce on top!)
I could take another street to my destination but somehow I enjoy the torment of driving past (or into) what torments me.
I say enough is enough. What can we do today to help ourselves overcome the thing that we hate and yet that we continue to do?
This is a copy of a law passed in 1770 by British parliament. Be prepared to be amused!
All women of whatever age, rank or profession or degree, whether virgins, maids or widows that shall impose upon, seduce or betray into matrimony any of his Majesty’s subjects, by scents, paints, cosmetics, washes, artificial teeth, false hair, iron stave hops, high-heeled shoes, bolstered hips or padded bosoms shall incur the penalty of the law enforced against witch craft and like misdemeanors and upon conviction the marriage shall stand null and void.
Whew! Even Peter wasn’t that stern.
The same goes for you wives: Be good wives to your husbands, responsive to their needs.
There are husbands who, indifferent as they are to any words about God, will be captivated by your life of holy beauty.
What matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition.
Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in. The holy women of old were beautiful before God that way, and were good, loyal wives to their husbands. Sarah, for instance, taking care of Abraham, would address him as “my dear husband.”
You’ll be true daughters of Sarah if you do the same, unanxious and unintimidated.
(1 Peter 3:1-6, MSG)
Sleeping Beauty slept undisturbed for years and all you want to do is get one good night’s rest! Do you ever envy her?
Are you plagued with insomnia, a snoring partner, or a sleep apnea problem? What about leg cramps or restless leg syndrome? Do you have nightmares or maybe even walk in your sleep?
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. (Psalm 127:2, KJV)
God says he gives us sleep; so how do we get it? A few simple things include going to bed and getting up at the same time every day. That means no sleeping in, even on weekends, and no napping during the day.
Avoid screen time before bed—no not the window netting but all those electronic gadgets we are addicted to.
Exercise early in the day. Avoid caffeine and don’t drink too much liquid. Your mother was right when she limited your milk intake by 8 pm! Some people need a light snack; others find that causes indigestion. Do what works for you.
Today and every Monday for a while you can hear chapters of my book The Pregnant Pause of Grief. It’s been almost 6 years since my Dear Ronald went to be with Jesus. I started to read the book again myself, just to see how far I have come since that first horrible grief. And then Hopestreamradio.com added it to their Monday roster. Tune in, won’t you? I pray it helps you as it helped me. Brenda J Wood
The doctor asked me not to drive until after some tests were completed. The tests were expected to take anywhere from two weeks to two months. It wasn’t the doctor’s fault, really. It is a government guideline, but that didn’t help my head much. I gave myself the Peter disease.
UGH!! Not drive? What was she thinking? How would I get to where I needed to go? How would I get to the grocery store or a doctor appointment? I’d have to beg the kids for a ride. I’d have to sell my home and go live in my kids’ basement. What about my car? What would I do with it?
In minutes, I’d worked myself into hysteria. Then I called friends and family and shared the disease. Some of them refused to take it on. They offered calm; they offered rides; they offered compassion… BUT I DIDN’T WANT ANY OF IT! I WANTED TO DRIVE MY OWN SELF IN MY OWN CAR!!!
But I had no choice, or so I thought.
I forgot to remember Peter, who forgot to remember Jesus
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest. (Matthew 11:28a, AMP)
Prayer – Father, forgive us for forgetting, rePETERly, again and again, what you tell us. Amen
Years ago, I learned to balk at a Christmas with more than one big meal. That’s because we spent our first Christmas day together, running from pillar to post, trying to make everyone happy. So Ron, infant Judith and I trailed a mile down the road to my parents for seven am breakfast, drove through a blizzard to Gran’s for lunch an hour away and finally scurried home to serve dinner at our house for all of Ron’s family…..WHEW!!!
And who was cause of all this commotion? Me. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. I felt guilty for saying no to anyone, so instead I hurt my own feelings…. and my family’s.
Little by little over the years, with Ron’s encouragement,we cut down to only one or two events per holiday. Today though, I find myself going to the Keenagers catered lunch and the Writer’s Nest home cooked Christmas dinner. WHEW!!!
Why? Because I can. And because all of these dear people are my friends and I love being with them. And because I decided I wanted to, with no guilt involved. It bears remembering that guilt is not from God.
Yesterday the first copy of my first children’s book, The Big Red Chair (CD included) arrived at my door. I’ll be reading it at both events. It is a happy, funny, sad love story about life and death…..
I wrote it because our smaller grandchildren didn’t understand what happened to their Afi. I expect lots of other little ones feel the same. We often unknowingly and unfairly lock them out of our grief.
To our surprise Ron was released from hospital today when we had expected him to be in till at least Wednesday. His last chemotherapy worked too well and took his white and red cells down to almost non existent……
Today though he is back to his old self and we are grateful!! God is GOOD!!